You decide to pass the time by reading one of the books you checked out of the library. You find it rather odd, it’s novel where the main character is the antichrist and he has a guardian angel and devil both trying to get him to side with their respective sides. Rather than lock yourself in your room like a shut-in, you lay on the couch as you wait for Shou and Kogasa to get home.
When they do get home, Kogasa wastes no time turning the TV on and sit on the couch at your feet. Shou sits down in the recliner and pulls out her math textbook and notebook.
“So, how was everyone’s day?” You ask, barely looking up from your book.
“Eh, it was a day,” Shou responds half-heartedly. “I got a math quiz back today and got a B on it. So, I need to review my notes for the test tomorrow.”
“Oh right, you’re on the honor roll, right? I was going to say that a B isn’t bad, but if you want to stay at the top, I suppose it isn’t that great.”
Shou sighs as she turns the page in the textbook. “I don’t really want
to be at the top. It’s just, my dad has really high expectations of me and I don’t want to let him down.”
“He’s army, right?” She grunts affirmatively. “Does he put a lot of pressure on you to study?”
“No, but I can tell that’s what he wants.” She says quietly. “All he ever asks is, ‘How are you doing? How’s school? Are you taking care of yourself? Dating anyone?’” She chuckles at that last one.
“One of those is not like the others,” you note.
“Yeah,” she says with a happy sigh, “It’s kinda joke between us at this point. He started dating my mom at when he was seventeen. They were together all the way up until I was born.”
“Any idea what happened?” You ask, urging her to go on.
“Nope, no clue. Dad won’t say a thing, but I don’t think they split up. But I can’t really say for certain. Whatever the reason, Miss Hijiri is like a mom to me now and we’re all one big dysfunctional family.” The way she says it makes the two of you chuckle while Kogasa looks confused.
“What does d-dis-funk-shun-al mean?” The aqua haired child asks after some initial trouble with the word.
“It means something that doesn’t normally work. But in our case, we’re dysfunctional because we are all so weird and we make it work.” You tell her as you fold the corner of the page you’re on.
“So, it’s a good thing?” She asks, still looking a little confused.
“Yup. I, personally, find it far more interesting this way.” Shou answers her. “If we were too similar it would be boring.”
“I guess so,” Kogasa says, looking less confused, but more anxious. “I don’t like being different though… Some of the others pick on me for it.”
“How are you different?” You ask gently. She didn’t seem to like the other children when you first met her either. Part of you is worried that she’s being bullied, and another part wants to just assume it’s kids being kids.
“They laugh at me because of my eyes. They say it’s weird and freaky.” She whimpers as she fiddles with the TV remote.
Shou get out of the chair and kneels down next to her and says, “Your eyes aren’t weird or freaky. They’re cool, and you should never let anyone tell you otherwise.”
“She’s right,” you say, sitting up and sliding over to her. “They’re part of what makes you, you. Besides, most kids start to calm down as they get older. I’m willing to be that pretty soon, they won’t even care about your eyes.”
“Really?” She asks hopefully.
“Really,” you and Shou answer soundly.
Well, that conversation took a turn for the depressing for a moment there. And now you don’t even feel like reading. Great…
 Head out early, gives you some time to explore
 Make something eat, you don’t exactly know how long you’re going to be out.
 Rush through your homework, better do it now than have to work on it into the wee hours of the night.
So, uh, fuck... I completely skipped Math class. So, uh, we'll just say nothing important happened during fifth period, okay? Fuck... Note to self, stop rushing updates...